Devils Dormitory

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Thursday 7:00 am

The weekend flew by in a flash along with my extra three days off and I already had to go to class. my alarm started blaring like crazy. I hate alarms. I snoozed my alarm and continued to fall back asleep until there was a hand running up and down my thigh slowly. "Fuck off, Desmond." I groaned. "How'd you know?" He laughed and backed off.

"Who else would be in our room at like, seven o'clock in the morning touching my ass as soon as I wake up? Besides Casey." He went silent trying to think. "Exactly." The tiredness in me faded away and now I was fully awake. The only thing I can do now is just get ready. I jumped over the rail and landed successfully on my feet. Desmond sat back on his bed on his phone glancing at me momentarily like he was waiting for me.

"What are you going to wear?" He asked while watching my every move. "Just some sweats and a hoodie." I yawned and stretched before going into the closet. Grabbing my light grey Nike sweatpants, black hoodie, black Nike socks with a white check mark, and my black Crocs. Something simple.

"Are you getting dressed in there?" He sounded disappointed. I didn't answer and left the closet to get dressed in the room instead. He turned his phone off and sat it beside him so his full attention could be on me. "Can I help you?" I undressed and got dressed sloppily. "You could have gotten dressed more slowly." He snickered.

"No thanks, I'm not your personal whore you can use whenever you're bored." I let out a small laugh then went to go brush my teeth in the kitchen. "So if you were a public whore would it be any different?" He yelled at me from the room. I swear if he doesn't shut the hell up.

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"Welcome to honors art, we have a new student today so everyone gives a warm welcome to Rylyn." The teacher happily announces. "Would you like to come to the front and introduce yourself and tell us about yourself?" He smiled at me a little too much. "No, I would not." I smiled back. Earning some laughs and snickers. I'm being dead ass but whatever.

"Haha, okay." He clenched his jaw but still kept the forced smile on his face but I could see the vein popping out of his forehead. The lessons were cool and fun and I'm not gonna lie I think I'm going to like this class. The topic for this week was graffiti. Is this school dumb? Why are they teaching a school full of delinquents how to do graffiti? Half an hour or so went by and the bell rang.

"Rylyn can I steal you for a sec?" The art teacher asked. "Do I have a choice?" I looked at him through my sunglasses. "Just give me a second." He sighed and stood close in front of me. "One." I turned away attempting to leave the classroom. "Rylyn." He finally broke. "You." I mocked. "Mr. Thomas." He said. "Well, howdy do, how can I help you? 'Mr. Thomas'." I snickered. "I just want to say two things." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You said more than two things, Thomas." I went back and forth.

"All I'm going to say is, let me know if you need any help or extra help and I'll give you my number so you can shoot me a text." He looked down at me tired. "Wow, how bold of you to hit on your student through 'work' sir." I sneered. "T-That is not my intention." He stuttered nervously. "Im just kidding, calm your ass. What else did you have to say? Hurry before I'm late to my next class." I checked the time on my Apple watch.

"I wanted to ask about your sunglasses." He straightened his appearance. "I have an eye condition that I have no idea what the name of it is." I shrugged. He still looked confused until I pulled off my sunglasses. "Wow, is that your actual eye color?" He looked stunned. "Yes, anyways gotta go so bye." I walked out and left for my next class. What a weirdo.

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It's finally time for gym class, I might not look athletic but I like playing basketball or volleyball from time to time. "No way, roomie?" Desmond walked up to me side by side with Myles, his regular group, and surprisingly Leon too. "What?" I glared. "You need to drop that attitude. What's the point of having good looks with a shitty attitude?" Myles deadpans. "I don't give a fuck." I crossed my arms.

"H-Hi Rylyn." Leon stood close to me, gazing into my eyes. "Hey," I answered quietly, staring back at him. We didn't say anything after that and continued our eye contact. "OMG BABY, IS THAT YOU? What a coincidence." Casey yanked me by my shirt and spun me around aggressively. Casey stood with his group, the same one from the other day.

I looked at Des' group and then at Casey's. "Babe, how could you leave me like that, what am I, a one-night stand? How are you going to fuck me and ditch me and go m.i.a, huh?!" I slapped my hand across his mouth and laughed nervously. "I was busy, stop putting our business on blast like that!" Desmond's group started commenting on what Casey said. "Wow, that's so messed up of you. At least I took care of you when we were done." Both groups went silent. "Rylyn, what the FUCK is he talking about?" Casey's aura turned dark and scary. "YOU TOLD ME WE DIDN'T FUCK!" I raised my voice at Des. "Something like that." He walked past everyone until he stood in front of me.

"I am NOT gonna ask what happened again." Casey stood in between Desmond and me. "I got drunk and I blacked out but I don't remember anything and he keeps playing stupid games and he won't tell me what happened." I sighed in frustration. Casey started turning red because of how mad he was getting, his pupils were freakishly small and he was breathing heavily. I rarely get scared but something inside me told me to back up. I got lost in my thoughts until I heard an adult yelling.

"SOMEONE GET HIM!"